Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

At this time, Mine No. 8, at dusk.

The setting sun was like blood, shining from the clouds, pulling the shadows of the numb walking dead bodies underneath, like terrifying monsters that had been seriously injured.

And at the top of the mine there was a small, somewhat delicate house that looked out of place, and inside there was a middle-aged man of Usas wearing a colonel's coat, looking at the crowd below from the window.

"[Usas foul mouth], really unlucky to die, these ore disease garbage, really want to directly put them to death one by one, the empire is simply too merciful, and give them a chance to survive."

After looking at the situation underground, the middle-aged colonel Usas cursed and said in his mouth, and then pulled over the leather seat on the side, sat on it, and lit a warm lamp.

He was the chief of mine No. 8, named Molos, and he was transferred directly from the capital of Usas, and there had been three regional chiefs here before, and he had been the longest.

"I hope that the hell things below don't make any trouble today..."

said Moros, making a pot of hot coffee from his table with a shiver, it was still very warm this morning, but for some reason it was freezing like something at night.

But the tundra in the north of Usas is this damn ghost weather, although Moros is gradually forced to get used to it, but when encountering such a thing, he can't help but scold his mother.

"Damn, my term of office will end in half a month, I hope there will be no moths, I have been able to hear the neighing of those ghosts underground every night for the past two years, and I can't even sleep well."

Then Moros began his day-to-day finishing work, recording some basic information of the mine and counting the personnel and material data, he was actually happy, and he still had free time in the evening.

If it is an ordinary guard, basically it is either sleeping during the day and rotating at night, or rotating during the day and sleeping at night, living a programmed life every day like a mine slave.

Their only leisure time may be a few handfuls of Usas cubes played during meals [Usas game, there are two interpretations, one is the jump square played by children, and the other is a dice gambling game.

Or torture a few miners for fun, and nothing else.

Moros finished the coffee in his hand in a few sips, put down the pen in his hand, felt out the pocket watch on his chest, and opened it, with a slightly faded photo hanging on it.

I could vaguely see that it was a little girl about seven or eight years old.

"Tajiana, I really want to see you early, wait for Daddy, there are still thirteen days, there are only thirteen days left, there is nothing in this damn place, just eat well, Dad has prepared a trailer of big bear bread for you to eat, waiting for Daddy..."

Moros's language was so sincere and not the slightest falsehood.

However, in the more than two years of his tenure, at least hundreds of children about the same age as Tatiana were tortured to death by themselves, and their mutilated bones were buried in the cold snow.

It is strange that Moros can torture countless children her age so painfully, taking pleasure in their miserable howls, but pampering his own child incomparably.

Is this really just a blood relationship?

Who knows.

Probably that's people.

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At this time, under the No. 8 mine, there was a colony of mine slaves.

"Natalia, do you have any herbs or anything like this here, Sonya, she's dying..." Rosalind

was holding Sonya anxiously like an ant on a hot pot at this time.

Soon after they were captured, they began to think about how to escape, but just yesterday there was a mining disaster, and in order to protect herself and Natalia, Sonya was cut by rock fragments from her chest to abdomen, almost disemboweling Sonya.

Although the rock fragments did not contain source stone crystals that exacerbated and worsened the ore disease, even mutations could kill her soon.

At this time, Sonya's face was extremely pale.

A huge crack like a centipede in his chest had begun to show suppuration symptoms, and there were no medical conditions in the mine, even the bandages were smuggled in by Natalia.

Now that even the bandage had not been replaced, the blood that had seeped into the bandage from the wound had turned dark purple and looked very scary.

"No, if this continues, Sonya will get sepsis!"

Rosalyn said anxiously as she carefully wiped away the blood clot that oozed from the bandage, but there was nothing he could do.

PS: Sepsis is a systemic mutation caused by pathogenic bacteria invading the blood circulation and growing and multiplying in it, producing toxins, and in severe cases, variant shock will occur.

"Natalia, Rosalind..." Although

Sonya was in a coma, it could still be seen from her furrowed brow and painful look, and she must have endured inhuman pain at this time.

"I'm here, Natalia and I are here."

Hearing Sonya's painful dreams, Rosalind grabbed Sonya's hand and said softly in her ear.

However, Sonya was silent, and only a weak breath could indicate that she was alive.

"Ahhh [Usas foul language that has been slightly insufficient] !! "

Whoosh!!

Rosalyn was so angry that she slammed the shackles in her hand on the stone on the side, but unfortunately, she had not eaten enough for a long time, and her source stone skills were restricted, it was impossible for her to break it.

"Rosalind, don't smash it, it will attract the guards!"

Natalia immediately stepped forward to stop her when she saw it.

“...... So what to do, you can't sit here and wait for death..." Rosalyn

sat on the ground, panting, she slammed it with all her strength only left a few white marks on the shackles, if she smashed, she would have to smash to the year of the monkey.

Natalia didn't have any good methods either.

Although she is not a commoner of Usas, but a down-and-out nobleman with pure blood, she has received a lot of medical knowledge, but it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, even if it is a half-rolled bandage here, don't think about it.

Those guards even ignored the lives and deaths of these mine slaves, and even laughed and hoped that Sonya would quickly become a source stone mine and grow in the mine, so that she could make more contributions to the empire.

"Rosalind, or else... I..."

Natalia looked at the unconscious Sonya below, as if she had made some difficult decision to talk about, and said to Rosalind through gritted teeth.

"Nope! I will never allow you to do this!

Rosalind's face changed suddenly, of course she knew what Natalia was talking about, she was planning to find the guards to try to exchange her precious body for supplies!

Not to mention whether Natalia can exchange for materials by doing this, even if the other party does not break her word with a small probability, Sonya will definitely not be able to forgive herself for the rest of her life after waking up, and life is better than death.

"This is the only way to do it, I can't watch Sonya die."

Natalia looked at Sonya below, the same person who was jokingly called General Winter [a secretly mocking nickname, in the jokes of the Usas, the word "general" is equivalent to incompetence and deception], who pulled herself out of purgatory at Peterheim Middle School.

After Winter wiped out all student clubs around campus, people began to merge the two nicknames,

calling her "Генерал Моро3" (lingua franca meaning "General Winter").

This general is no longer the general in the joke.

The leader of the Usas Student Government, she deserves her name.

"In short, I will never allow those dirty things to defile your body, if I can smash this pair of shackles now, I will fight to the death to kill a few scum!"

Rosalyn was a little angry, and looked at the shackles in her hands, but she looked so weak.

Natalia

pursed her lips, but finally said nothing.

"! Whining...... If only Anna were here, maybe she could do something..." Rosalind

almost cried as she looked at Sonya below.

Natalia clenched her fists tightly.

What Rosalyn didn't know was that Natalia had already made her decision.

She was going anyway tonight.

This is the only thing I can do at the moment.

Soon, the remnant sun of dusk fell to the end of the horizon with a little reluctance, and night came as promised.

No stars and no moon, dark clouds swallow the sky.

It's good weather.

And at this time, in the mining slave settlement.

"I'm sorry, Rosalind, Sonya, I must save."

At this time, Natalia took advantage of Rosalind's deep sleep, quietly wiped the dirty ash off her face, and a beautiful face that was still white but slightly thinner than before appeared.

"General Dong, please stand up again and lead us."

Natalia stroked Sonya's hair for a moment, then stood up and walked out decisively.

But, Natalia, Natalia.

You know, this mine is about to usher in tonight.

It's Red Night.